Page 147 of Reckoning

He leans down, claiming my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth and I moan against him despite myself. There’s something about the way Koen kisses, something about the way he dominates me. Nothing else in the world compares to it. Nothing in the world comes even close.

He starts undoing his jeans, pulling his cock out. I shake my head, fighting harder, but he’s forcing it into my mouth, forcing me to suck him.

He groans, gripping my hair. “That’s it.” He says. “Let my cock tame that attitude of yours.”

I’m tempted to bite him, to snap my teeth shut, but his hand grips my jaw in such a way that I can’t do it. He’s using me, just like last time. Fucking my mouth, punishing me.

His cock slams into the back of my throat. I can barely get air in. I try to push him off, to get free but he refuses to let go of me.

“Fuck, your mouth is so good.” He growls before he’s pulling out, gripping his cock in his hand, slapping me around the face with it.

I blink, half shocked as I stare up at him. I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know how I imagined this would go, but Koen right now, in so many ways he’s petrifying. He’s exactly as he is in my twisted little dreams. Possessive, dominant. He’s taking what he wants and he doesn’t give a damn if I fight him or not.

“You’ve made me nice and wet for you.” He states pulling my around, lining himself up.

I play still, I let him think I’m submitting and just as he leans down I shove my fist into his jaw. He crumples, more from the shock than because I’ve done any lasting damage.

And I’m up, scurrying away. My feet slam into the concrete. My heart pounds into my chest. If I’m fast enough I’ll make it back to where everyone else is. But then, would he fuck me there? Would he hold me down and fuck me in front of everyone?

I don’t have time to contemplate how that would make me feel because he’s caught up, he’s yanked me back down, and now I’m lying on my face, lying in the dirt with his weight on top of me.

“You’re a sneaky thing.” He murmurs. “I’ll need to remember that for next time.”

I whimper but those words set my core aflame. Next time? So we’d do this again?

He grabs my arse, spreading my cheeks, and he slams himself into me. It’s brutal. It’s absolute agony after last night. But I arch my back and love it all the same.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He says, “I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy until you’re begging me to let you come.”

“I don’t want to.” I gasp. It’s true. Right now I want to be used, I don’t want it to be about me.

He laughs, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, Sofia. You’ll do as you’re told. You’ll be exactly what I want, like the good girl I know you are.”

He pulls himself out, my body physically deflates and then he slams himself back inside. Another cry escapes my lips. My tears start to stream down my cheeks. I doubt I’ll be able to walk straight after this.

“Fuck,” He groans, doing it again, sliding out, slamming back in. “This cunt. I just can’t get enough.” He accentuates every word with one devastating thrust after another.

I can’t move from how he holds me but the sheer force is making my body rock all the same.

He somehow manages to get his hand in between my body and the floor and he’s pinching my clit, squeezing it.

“Please,” I whimper. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. This feels so wrong and yet I don’t give a shit.

“You’re enjoying this, Sofia. Just like you enjoyed my gun last night.” He taunts. “Your sweet little cunt is squeezing me so tightly, like it can’t get enough.”

I shut my eyes, feeling a wave of shame.

As if he knows, as if he can read my mind, his hand comes down and he slaps my arse. “None of that.” He growls. “You want to be fucked, you want to be used. You asked for this. I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to do it, aren’t I?”

I nod, drawing in one haggard breath after another.

He’s stopped torturing my clit now, he’s started teasing it, pleasuring me in a way that feels completely opposite to how he’s fucking me.

I can’t help the moan, I can’t help the pool of arousal that leaks out. I’m getting off on this far more than is reasonable.

“Fuck, Sofia,” Koen growls and I can tell he’s close. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you up and leave you dripping out everywhere. But you want that, don’t you?”

I shake my head.